Don’t read this if you either don’t enjoyÂ LOST, or didn’t catch tonight’s episode.Â
They can’t do that!Â
This week and last week, I’ve had full-blown, jaw dropped “holy crap!” moments watching LOST.Â Â Last week, it was when Juliet’s evil hubby got … hit by a bus.Â It was just so flawlessly timed and executed.Â I never saw it coming.Â Me, and I saw the end of Sixth Sense coming five minutes into the movie.Â I mean, I thought he’d die or disappear mysteriously, but literally hit. by. a. bus.?Â It was that same jaw-dropped “Holy crap! They can’tÂ DO that, can they?”Â feeling I got in season one when Boone dropped the flashlight and you heard that hollow, metallic thump.Â
And then the last two minutes of tonight’s episode was wonderfully awful because I did see it coming.Â Â I knew what Desmond was leading up to from the moment Charlie started walking himÂ to his tent, but I didn’t want to hear it.Â That awful dawning realization: it isn’t Claire at all.Â The”universe course correcting” isn’t trying to kill Claire.Â
I had my own little “flash”: Charlie, hanging fromÂ the tree when Ethan tried to kill him.Â Â Yeah, it’s shamelessly ripping off the Final Destination movies.Â I don’t care.Â Those movies (and this episode) work because deep down, we all believe that when your time comes, you can run but you can’t hide.Â At least, not for long.Â Somewhere out there, we really think some wrinkled old Fate is poised with a set of shears, just waiting to snip that thread.
I don’t know whether to beÂ furious withÂ the writers for the shameless, ruthless emotional manipulation, or envious because I wish I could pull it off myself.Â